MUSIC!

Music! ’Tis a poor unwieldy
Handle for that nameless
Soaring grandeur
Filling soul and mind and body
With its strength!
Surging lilting
Dripping beauty
O’er bended bodies,
Hearts and heads,
Glorious
In rythmic feeling
(Still and silent though we be)
Find we each ourselves
In body,
Making strongest harmony, each taking part
(Unguessed, unthought for)
Part with each in all,
And bound together
Each with each
In thought and feeling
Find a living composition,
Builded strongly, full-form moving,
(All unconscious in our bridging
Of that flowing ceaseless river
Twixt our hearts
And minds desire)
Into countless changing beauties,
Each in all and all in each.
Music! Symphony and splendor!
Ah! ’Tis better
Far to listen, than to mar
One moment’s precious echoes with
Unwieldy pen or pencil,
Yet those who can (and must)
Impart to others
Give even this one moment's respite
Give something of this strange pulsation
To those unseen unsent for
In their yearning tender
Hope for
Beauty too.

SYBIL HILL.

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